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SCENE IV.
Pizarro enters.Pizar.
Haste, general!
Our troops call out, impatient for their leader,
And claim the inspiring presence of their Cortez.
Already is the fight begun.—Orbellan,
Follow'd by hosts of shouting Mexicans,
Falls like a tempest on our ranks, and all
Is blood and uproar.
Cort.
Now, divine Cyderia,
Would you now wish me to stand idle?
Cyder.
No.
Thus charged, and by a rival, I resign
This day to honour—but, remember, Spaniard,
Your future life belongs to love.
Cort.
To love,
And to Cyderia, be all my days devoted,
Till time can count no more
[Exeunt Cortez and Vasquez, &c. one way, Cyderia another.
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